#trans friendly

[ohnonononononono567]

Games - Simon "Ghost" Riley x m!reader (fluff)

(erm boykisser alert!)

The gentle click-clacking of your fingers on the keyboard soothed Simon to no end. A small studio apartment, the smell of the dollar tree air freshener to hide the scent of a behemoth of a dog who runs around like he pays rent.

Simon wasn't in this house much. He was out working. He wanted something bigger. Never a fan of the small spaces. 

This place was close to your job, was always your reasoning. Shite reasoning if you asked him, but he knew you weren't one to want to be provided for straight off the bat.

So what else could he do? You're a grown man, you know what you want.

He laid on the bed, the soft sounds of classical playing on the radio next to the bed. The keyboard clacking adding on like ASMR.

Grunting, he got up, looming over behind you, and putting his hands on your biceps, squeezing,

"Get up. I want to head out."

You looked up at him, confused. You were playing a multiplayer after all, you couldn't just leave. :/

He sensed this, sensed what you wanted. But frankly, he doesn't care. 

"I don' like my men sittin' on their ass all day, yeah? Can't stay cooped up in this apartment forever."

You tried to protest, but it earned you a light slap on the back of your head,

"Yer yapping. Finish up your game, and I'll get us something to eat too. 'ell a lil more meat on your bones would d'ya good, yeah?"

Said the soldier, leaving the room to grab his car keys, a low rumble escaping his throat from his own joke (if you could call it one.)

Sitting with him at a park, he realizes it wasn't a keyboard, it was you who soothed him. Your presence.

He likes to believe his heart was too cold to ever be repaired. And he still believes that. 

But it doesn't mean you haven't reminded him that he still has a soul. A human one at least. 

A game has the same thing every time. A puzzle that needs to be solved, whether it be with skill or strategy, and a reward. But you can never change the game. You will never fix it to fit you, or alter it. The reward wouldn't feel deserving anymore.

And that's why he had the gall to say he loves you. You never tried to change him. You only tried to figure him out. And when you failed, you never quit. Just looked at him, as if there would be an answer. You saw him as a reward for what the world threw at you. 

He didn't know how to feel when he saw that look in your eyes. Looking at him as if he could ever appreciate you like you appreciate him. 

But this moment in the car after night had befallen the park, as you whined over not being able to play your silly little game and "losing a win streak.", just to be hushed by a hand on your knee and an adoring soldier driving you to your favorite little burger joint, Simon could care less. He's home.

(Daily reminder I am not a writer and don't actively write fanfiction pwease pwease pwease be nice >_<)

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Everyone knows that superpowers come about through three distinct methods. One can be born to their abilities, see them emerge in a moment of great strife, or acquire them through extensive cybernetic augmentation. Everyone is wrong. You’d know. If only that knowledge—and your snazzy slash horrible powers—didn’t come with a host of strings attached. Too bad that was an offer you couldn’t refuse. Did I mention one of the strings was supervillainy? Thrown headlong into a life of crime, balance conflicted loyalties, personal scars, and navigating a web of secrecy and deception, all while maintaining your cover. Above all, remember to drink your Juice. Your life depends on it.

[mellodyevangeline]

I have something I'd like to say to all of the people who aren't trans but would like to understand the trans experience. If you are trans this is probably something you already understand or are at least a thing you're still trying to put into words. No matter which of these people you are, this post is for you.

Put very simply, transgender people do not transition because they hate themselves, but because there are parts of themselves that are worth loving in greater quantities.

Now let me explain what I mean.

There is a cliche in media of the boy who looks in the mirror, hates what he sees, puts on some makeup or a dress and bam! There's a smile. And rest assured this does happen, and even happened to me, but this is not why I and others have decided to transition.

You see, when I look in the mirror I don't see "a woman trapped in a man's body desperately trying to escape" I see myself, which has a lot of masculine characteristics and a few feminine characteristics. I don't really care for those masculine characteristics but I really really love those feminine traits, and I want to lean into those and more fully express them with things like dresses and makeup.

Some people aren't like me though and they love both the feminine and masculine aspects of themselves and want to express those sides in varying degrees. These people use varying labels like gender ambiguous or NB or even gender fluid, like my partner does.

Other people love those features of the human body which aren't clearly defined by a binary and wish to express that, and ironically they use very similar labels as before.

I find that it helps to think of transitioning almost like being a good soldier. A good soldier does not fight because she hates the enemy, but because she loves what she's fighting for.

In other words, we don't transition because of hatred towards those traits we don't prefer but because of the love we have for the traits we enjoy.

[happyhealthycats]

Heimdall just wanted to remind everyone that trans rights are human rights! Non-binary lives are valid!

If that upsets you, I'm not sorry. If it confuses you, though, I'm always willing to help bridge gaps in understanding.

[thetomboyeffect]

Best of Show, Patty Vincent, 2022.

[wtfcl0ud]

* i.e. things like pads and tampons etc BUT not menstrual cups or reusable pads etc

[lgbtally4ever]

[whitmerule]

today's mood.

[puddlellama]

transmeds, TERFs, bioessentialists. fuck off. you are scum and you are unwelcome here.

for my trans brothers, sisters, siblings, and everything else: I love you, I value you, and you are valid and welcome. in this cruel, fucked up world, it's important for us to stick together. you will always have a place with me

TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS

-Llama (they/it/ey)

[scrabbleknight]

please dont claim to be trans friendly when you support people playing the game made by a huge transphobe who wants trans people dead. thats not trans friendly.

It's not trans friendly either to send people death threats and violently harass them over their decision to play a video game made by someone they disagree with, yet look at where we are now.

There's a limit to how far the Paradox of Intolerance can morally occur and we've way passed that limit. There's nothing I hate more than people who act kind and nice but are clearly not when it involves things they don't like.

This blog supports trans people and trans rights, while also against people harassing others over benign things such as a $70 video game. Take that for what you will, and I'm being polite about this.

[x-monster-in-the-closet-x]

Woman loving woman? No, you misunderstand. Werewolf loving werewolf

[ohnonononononono567]

Carry me - Simon "Ghost" Riley x m!reader (angst)

Games

Bit by Bit

(This was made after 1am and I projected my OCD onto a fictional character so that's on me guys, my bad. Any bad writing can be blamed on the fact I was watching chernobyl with my cat and eating the saltiest fried chicken sandwich known as i wrote this)

"Simon-"

"Don't." He grunted, leaving his position in your bed. Never his. 

The day he admits it's his bed as well, is the day he has the ability to sleep peacefully. And God knows when he'll be granted that right. 

He awoke to the sound of screams, his ears ringing. The feeling of water and blood rapidly running under his skin, as if his flesh begged to be free. 

You had rolled over to hold his midriff, and Lord help him with how much he's grown attached to you, with how much he wanted to pin you down as if you were nothing more than another enemy in his eyes.

He shot up, just to feel the familiar sting of a hook in his rib as he had sat on the bed.

Stepping out onto the patio with a grunt, a tank top and some joggers on with slippers. The apartment's patio serving as the perfect place to have a smoke, the dog yawning to join. Big fella, she was, nudging snout onto Simons leg.

Sitting down, he grabs a light, lighting the cigarette he had hiding cheekily in his pocket, when he had swore up and down he wasn't smoking anymore less than 8 hours ago.

Burn your wrist.

Shut up Riley, you know better than to act on that.

Do it now.

No.

He leaned back, allowing the nicotine to enter his system, and the tobacco to leave a lasting smell on the rough pads of his fingers. He watched you from the corner of your eye. Silent panic. Wanting to help him. But you can't. All he can do is lie to a therapist and come home to you.

He made this worse. Leave him. You're nothing, but he's worse. 

Stop.

He saw you at your worst. Why stay? 

Because he saw me at my worst. And he stayed.

He shouldn't have.

Stop.

He knows nothing about you and he goes to sleep saying bull crap about loving you.

"STOP!"

He yells, grabbing his hair in two fists on the side of his head, the cigarette between his fingers, lingering in the night air as the sound of the city stand beneath him.

He looks at you, and you seem to just be staring. Frozen. 

It spitballs, as he meets your gaze;

"Stop fucking staring at me like that yeah? You can't fucking help me! You deal with me, or you kick me out. Should've done that by now if you've ever known what's good for you!" He says, throwing his hands up in the air out of exasperation, the dog yelping a bit as she backs away. He heads back inside, putting out the cigarette, and snatching his blanket, heading towards the couch.

You gave him a look as he left. He knew that look. You've set boundaries, he was trying to be healthy for you. Honest. You wouldn't stand for verbal abuse, nor disrespect. But he was weak. Useless in the presence of a man like you.

He knew better than to immediately go to you. He left earlier for the gym that morning, called off work, went to one of those shitty manmade parks with more dog piss than a fire hydrant, and sat himself down. Right in the grass, watching a single dandelion. It was weak. But it still stood in the grass. It moved with the wind, even when it lost it's soft white petals. 

And when it was stripped naked, bare, with nothing left to offer, there was another dandelion there. Planted from the wind carrying it. Ready to repeat the cycle. 

Why is he doing this? He'll repeat what his father did. He was the end of it. No relatives to fall back on. God knows how much he's begged to bring his brother, Tommy back. 

But that's just it. He's the end of the cycle.

Get up. Nobody is coming to save you.

He stands before you now, with nothing to offer, but the willingness to move with you if you'd allow him. If you'd allow a weak man like him to remain with you. He'll continue to lose his petals, but you'll help him plant new flowers. To utter the words, 

"I can never truly tell you how sorry I am, love. You are the man I want. You are everything. And it's not enough. But I am trying."

Looking up at you, his bones brittle, his eyes heavy.

He wants to sleep. To feel his flesh settle, his mind quiet.

And as you embrace him, he can feel every molecule in his skin burning. 

And if you ever let reality hit that you deserve someone who could think like a bloody normal human for once, would he continue to survive for as long as he could without you to carry him. Until he allowed the world to end what it started. 

You are everything.

Laying in bed, your hands hesitantly rubbing his back in soft circular motions as he keeps his head in your tummy, soft breathing as the dog nuzzled into the crook between you two, soft kisses lingering on his tongue, it leaves him before he can chase after it;

"...Would you ever marry me?"

@tabloid-junki3 i dont think i cooked but i did heat it up in the microwave so

[sweatermuppet]

sappho prize for women poets, held by palette poetry. read more about submission guidelines & apply here

[Text ID: Closes June 19, 2022. This contest only accepts submissions from women poets. ALL women are welcome to submit (cis and trans). The winning poet will be awarded $3000 and publication on Palette Poetry. Second and third place will win $300 & $200 respectively, as well as publication. The top ten finalists will be selected by the editors, and guest judge Jos Charles will then select the winner and two runners-up. /End ID]

[succubus-interactivefiction]

So a new story idea came to mind and I liked it enough to put pen to paper, more like fingers to keys I guess, but you get the idea. I currently don't have any plans for it beyond this little blurb, but I thought I would share it. Below the cut.

You are an exile, once considered the greatest of heroes, now hiding away from a world that has forgotten you. There was a time, long ago, when you were the youngest daughter of a noble line meant to protect the realm from threats the likes of which most people could not comprehend. While the kingdom's soldiers dealt with bandits and enemy armies, your family were fighting a secret war between mortals and eldritch abominations, Gods run amok, and cosmic powers beyond reckoning. But that was long before your birth.

By the time you were born your family had faded into obscurity, the enemies they had been fighting for millennia having been either defeated or learned to stay away. The rulers of the kingdom believed that your family was no longer necessary and so by the time of your birth they had been relegated to the pages of history. However it was not only the kingdom that believed your family irrelevant, but your enemies as well, and when the oldest of your families foes returned no one was prepared. The kingdom was laid to waste and hope was lost, the only chance you had was to use the abilities of foes long past.

Delving into dark secrets you learned the threat of corruption was a greater danger than the enemy, but you persisted, you trained, and you succeeded. Using abilities considered corrupt and vile you saved the world, but it came at a price. The survivors saw you as a threat no different than the one you had defeated and so to save the world more strife you withdrew into isolation, hiding away from the world while it healed. But time waits for no one, not even a forgotten hero.

For centuries you have lived alone in the mountains, content to watch the world change from a distance. But now it seems like the world has found you again and like before it is in need of saving, will you be able to adapt to the changes that have come about or will you be swallowed up by the unfamiliar.

Features

Play as a Cis or Trans woman, with full customization over your physical appearance and your wardrobe.

Choose which forbidden art you learned to fight your past enemy. Sanguimancy, Necromancy, Daemonology, and Abyssal Magic are considered the darkest of magic, but you became a master in one of them in order to save the world.

Learn to live in a world far more advanced than the one you left behind. The world has gone from being medieval into a diesel punk future you are not prepared for where magic is little more than a fable, a myth, a tale lost to time.

Befriend and romance two women you meet along your journey. A demure princess with a lust for knowledge, and a soldier trying to restore her family name.

Save the world, push it back to a more familiar time, or end it completely. Even the smallest of unintended consequences can lead to an end you are not prepared for.

[glittergoblin13]

Hi! I have little to no idea what I'm doing here! I came from Twitter because it's circling the drain but I still want to be connected to people. I hope we can be friends.

A bit about me:

I write! I am currently working on a novel and I hope to finish it by the end of this year. I like to write urban fantasy, for the most part. I have plans to venture into dark steampunk soon because characters popped into my head and are currently demanding attention. I've promised them a look once I finish what I'm currently working on.

Things to expect in my writing:

My writing is typically stuffed with LGBTQIA+ rep, emotional abuse and the resulting trauma, healing from said abuse, and found family.

Other stuff:

I like to knit! There will likely be lots of knitting stuff on this blog. Yarn is gorgeous and I can turn it into things. Will I post those things? Probably.

...

I think that's all I have the brainpower for, right now. I'll post more later with stuff I've forgotten because I know I have. 💜